Night's first strategic target was the lizardmen's nursery.

Regardless of the race, reproduction is a top priority. Occupying the opposing nursery, threatening unborn and underage lizardfolk pups, is enough to force the entire lizardfolk tribe to throw a rat trap.

With the current strength of the clan, it does not have the conditions to destroy the entire lizardman tribe, and even if it succeeds in destroying the entire tribe in the end, the clan will have to bear the corresponding painful losses.

What's more, this tribe of black lizardmen in Zedi is just the first wave of temptation of the natives to the clan, even if they win a miserable victory over the other party, what should they resist in the second and third times?

There is no need to destroy the entire tribe, just to hurt them and give the other party a chance to breathe, so as to buy enough time for the clan to gain a foothold, the fortifications are not yet completed, the warrior training has just begun, and everything needs time to run in.

Therefore, the main purpose of this military operation is to deter.

……

The eight hundred half-orc warriors of this operation were the elite troops of the clan, led by the Blood Axe, and the Candlefire Guardian did not follow, but instead guarded the stronghold to prevent the invasion of the natives except the lizardmen.

And Cangye has grown up so far, it is difficult to form a tacit understanding with others, so he is free to move, but before acting alone, he has already handed over his plan to the blood axe.

The troops were divided into four teams, each of 200 men, which surrounded the nursery from different directions, and two of them focused on fighting the black lizardmen.

In the night, one person sneaked into the nursery first.

It's a humid and stuffy swamp compared to orcs and humans, and a warm environment for lizardmen with a lower body temperature.

The rising fog fills the surrounding area, and although it covers a wide area, it does not affect the view.

Blessed with [Breathing Technique], [Wind Walking] (Spiritual Technique), and [Advanced Stealth Technique], you can walk in the swamp at night, stepping on the soft and sloppy mud without splashing a single splash.

The lizardman's sense of smell is not as sensitive as that of kobolds and gnolls, but as cold-blooded animals, they have an almost magical perception of heat, so Cangye released three [Freezing Techniques] on himself in a row, covering his body temperature with cold energy, but at the price, his movements were much slower than usual.

In the depths of the swamp, countless snow-white lizardfolk eggs could be seen, larger than ostrich eggs.

Suddenly, a crack burst out at the top of some of the giant eggs, which quickly cracked, and a palm covered with black scales pierced through it.

A shrill hiss rang out, and a new life was born.

There was a loud cry nearby, a language that the night had never heard before, it should be the language of the Zedi lizardmen.

Calmly avoiding the visiting lizardmen, the night continued to follow the breath, and finally, he arrived at the destination of this trip.

The nursery is the hatchery of the lizardman tribe, and in addition to a large number of lizardman warriors, it is natural that there will also be a leader.

The leader of the lizardmen was a hunchbacked shaman, with sharp teeth and fangs that had been blunted, scales that had begun to fade, emerald green vertical pupils that were cloudy, and totems with purple-black lines all over his body, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

From the totem lines, the night reads the properties of poison.

This shaman sits cross-legged on the body of the blue-scaled multi-legged dragon snake, the same dragon snake that attacked the clan sentinel, and it is the pet of the lizardman shaman.

The shaman may still have some fighting power, but to the night, he is not as threatening as the blue-scaled dragon snake.

Pull out the reverse scales and swing the blade through the air!

The old shaman sensed the crisis, his vertical pupils reflected his anger, and the purple-black totem of his body wriggled like a centipede, shining slightly.

Time froze in this second, and the blade of the scales easily slashed through the shaman's neck, and an old head detached from the body and left with the blade.

The blood on his neck spurted out after a few seconds of delay, splashing three feet high, and the rich smell of blood woke up the dragon snake at that time, and its long and huge body rolled over, and the eight scaly feet firmly grasped the ground.

In the next moment, the night swung the knife again.

Drawing the Sword!

With a scream, two-thirds of the dragon snake's neck was severed, a large amount of blood splattered, and the sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made the dragon snake's body twitch, and it slammed into the ground and rolled non-stop.

This type of creature has a high stat of tenacity, and the attack of the night has triggered instant death, but the dragon snake has passed the judgment of instant death by virtue of its tenacity.

But it didn't matter, Cangye raised his hand, a red light flashed on his fingertips, and a moment later, a fireball the size of a basin formed.

Five-Ring Spell - Blazing Fireball Spell!

This is a very popular spell for spellcasters, it doesn't require much mana, and it can deal objective damage while stacking buff spells to amplify damage.

Cangye applied the [Flame Boiling] ring again, directly increasing the damage of the Fireball Technique to the level of the six rings.

The huge fireball instantly smashed into the head of the dragon snake, and the moment it touched the flesh, it burst open.

The flames exploded, and the scorching flames went deep into the dragon snake's body along the crack, and the flesh and blood were roasted, exuding an enticing fragrance.

187 points of strength damage!

This fireball killed the dragon snake on the spot, and the lizardman who noticed the movement quickly moved closer in this direction, this time Cangye did not hide himself, and after lifting the stealth, he directly killed the old lizardman warrior.

His mission was accomplished, and the leaderless lizardmen were a rabble, no match for the emerging orc clan in terms of combat power and numbers.

Outside the nursery, eight hundred orc warriors poured into the swamp like wolves, and the lizardmen were caught off guard and barely gathered several waves of attacks, but they were defeated by the orcs at the same time as they touched it.

The lizard is nearly two meters in size, and the warrior meets it with stone axes and thorny sticks, but the iron armor that strikes the orcs does only a limited amount of damage, and the iron weapon in the opponent's hand can easily split the scaly head.

An orc with no training in individual combat is no match for a lizardman, but a mild warrior who has undergone rigorous military training and has grown up in battle is enough to stand up to the lizardmen.

Moreover, the orcs have long understood what coordinated operations are, and the rudiments of the army are gradually taking shape.

The lizardmen retreated and retreated, and were killed in a scream, blood dripping onto the snow-white lizardmen's eggs, staining the land that nurtured their offspring.

In the depths of the mist, a violent hissing sound was heard, and then several monitor lizards rushed out, the umbrella wings around their necks stretched out, and their bloody mouths opened, and several orc warriors were instantly knocked down.

The blade pierced through his neck, and the face of the defeated warrior turned a strange green, and his expression was full of pain and struggle.

It's poison!

Seeing the warriors of the clan die like this, the blood axe was furious, and he swung his battle axe and jumped up.

Jump Split!

Slash!

A monitor lizard was smashed off half of its body on the spot, and the nerves in its lower body, which were not completely dead, wagged its tail and struggled frantically until it slowly calmed down.

Almost one by one, the monitor lizards died one after another under the sharp blade of this slaying monster, and the terrifying murderous aura rising from their bodies made the lizardman warriors who usually called themselves heroic tremble, and they could barely hold their weapons steadily.

Just after the last monitor lizard companion had his head cut off by the Blood Axe, the lizardmen's morale finally collapsed.

Half an hour later, the nursery was overrun by the clan, at the cost of one hundred and seventy-seven adult lizardmen's heads, and emotions of anger, consternation, fear, and confusion were imprinted on the faces of each dead head.

Blood and killing, this is the most naked law of the jungle.